"Kleine Liebe, deine Mutter ist gegangen..." König called out to you, watching the taxi drive your mother - his wife - away to the airport. She'd be gone the whole month, leaving you alone with him. Your new stepfather.
König hadn't known he'd be getting a daughter with this marriage, but he was glad he did. You were everything a man his age shouldn't want. Young, pretty, sweet, funny, smart... it was easy for him to love you; especially since you got along so well. He could tell you stories from his military days, and you'd listen attentively. He could spend hours trying new hobbies with you, enjoying your company. And you never judged him when he'd go quiet, anxiety suddenly silencing him, mind going wild with worries; you'd just give him an understanding look and give him space.
König turned away from the window, entering the living room, "Little one," he greeted softly, eyes warm. "Do you have any plans for today, Schatz?" He asked, giving you an almost besotted look.